“I do!” Farkas’ excitement perked up – Not the reaction Garik was looking for. “Well I know some basic destruction spells and a few conjuration. Conjuration is defiantly my favourite school of magic.”
“Mines Alteration…” Garik said, raising an eyebrow at the Nord in front of him, a Nord that he felt he didn’t know at all.
“Really? I pegged you more for Illusion or Restoration. Conjuration is just so… fascinating, have you studied it?”
“A little…”
“I’ve read just about every book I could find on conjuration I swear. I was hoping there would be a proper teacher at the college, Farengar’s knowledge is quite limited, more than mine actually.”
“How long have you been studying the arcane arts?”
“Oh, about two years I think. I was actually on my way to the college when I contracted Blood Limb Blight…”
“Really?”
“Well yes.”
“When you get to the college you have to pass Faralda, Faralda only lets the best through. You need a little more than a base knowledge to enter the college.”
“Well I figured all I could do was try and if it wasn’t enough then I’d study some more and come back. But I have been practicing, it’s not that great but I try.”
“Show me.” Garik said narrowing his eyes. Farkas talked about magic with such… enthusiasm and Garik wasn’t sure if it was genuine or some sort of play.
“Show you what?” Farkas was confused, it seemed while he had broadened his knowledge of the arcane he remained as daft as ever.
“A spell, what else?” Garik snapped.
“I’ll show you my best spell, it’s not that great but I am working on making it stronger.” A dark purple ball formed in Farkas’ hand and he was concentrating very hard. He threw the ball to the ground nearby and a stunning flame atronach appeared from the dark purple energy ball.
--- I imagine Farkas as a conjuration man myself, I don't know why I just do.
Abandoned 16/17
“Mines Alteration…” Garik said, raising an eyebrow at the Nord in front of him, a Nord that he felt he didn’t know at all.
“Really? I pegged you more for Illusion or Restoration. Conjuration is just so… fascinating, have you studied it?”
“A little…”
“I’ve read just about every book I could find on conjuration I swear. I was hoping there would be a proper teacher at the college, Farengar’s knowledge is quite limited, more than mine actually.”
“How long have you been studying the arcane arts?”
“Oh, about two years I think. I was actually on my way to the college when I contracted Blood Limb Blight…”
“Really?”
“Well yes.”
“When you get to the college you have to pass Faralda, Faralda only lets the best through. You need a little more than a base knowledge to enter the college.”
“Well I figured all I could do was try and if it wasn’t enough then I’d study some more and come back. But I have been practicing, it’s not that great but I try.”
“Show me.” Garik said narrowing his eyes. Farkas talked about magic with such… enthusiasm and Garik wasn’t sure if it was genuine or some sort of play.
“Show you what?” Farkas was confused, it seemed while he had broadened his knowledge of the arcane he remained as daft as ever.
“A spell, what else?” Garik snapped.
“I’ll show you my best spell, it’s not that great but I am working on making it stronger.” A dark purple ball formed in Farkas’ hand and he was concentrating very hard. He threw the ball to the ground nearby and a stunning flame atronach appeared from the dark purple energy ball.
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I imagine Farkas as a conjuration man myself, I don't know why I just do.